C41 Just You Wait!!

Zhan Zifeng had already made it clear that she was intentionally maintaining her distance from him.

She had known Zhan Zifeng from before, but not for the reasons he imagined. She hadn't seduced Zhan Zifeng, and their relationship wasn't as sordid as he had suspected.

After all, Zhan Zifeng was her college professor; it was perfectly normal for them to have some interactions.

His wild suspicions and insecurity had frightened her to the point where she was afraid to get close to him.

Zhan Yeling deeply regretted his behavior.

"Right..." He was about to apologize when the clear face before him suddenly blurred once more, leaving him staring at an indistinct visage.

Zhan Yeling closed his eyes tightly, then reopened them, but Xiong Miao's face remained unfocused.

His vision had only cleared for a brief moment before everyone's face seemed indistinct again.

This realization stirred a surge of annoyance in Zhan Yeling. He turned and walked away, muttering, "It's nothing."

Xiong Miao blinked her expressive eyes, puzzled by Zhan Yeling's erratic behavior.

One moment he was fine, the next he was inexplicably irate.

He was truly a man of unpredictable moods.

"Director Zhan, is there something you need?" Xiong Miao asked proactively.

Since he had summoned her, there must be some work-related matter he wanted to discuss.

Zhan Yeling turned to face her and said, "WeChat, twenty thousand. Accept it."

His statement was succinct, but Xiong Miao grasped his intent. "Wasn't the agreed amount only two thousand five hundred?"

She hadn't done much—just got dressed up, accompanied him to meet some people, and had a meal. Two thousand five hundred should suffice.

"The people I employ, especially those who have worked closely with me, are never compensated by the thousands," Zhan Yeling said with a dismissive snort, leaving no room for argument.

Realizing it was about maintaining the CEO's prestige, Xiong Miao felt more balanced.

"It's not to insult me?" she ventured to ask, still gathering her courage.

Was he not offering the same amount as Duan Hongjie to belittle her?

Zhan Yeling's gaze grew stern. "What nonsense are you thinking?"

"Alright, Director Zhan, I'll accept it right now." Xiong Miao whipped out her phone obsequiously and confirmed the receipt of the twenty thousand yuan transfer.

Since less than 24 hours had passed, the money hadn't been returned.

Honestly, why did she have to be so fierce? It wasn't what she had imagined, after all.

Since the twenty thousand yuan from Zhan Yeling was legitimate compensation for her work and not meant to humiliate her,

she might as well graciously accept it.

Twenty thousand yuan—that was twenty days' worth of her salary!

She was in need of money, so there was no point in being at odds with it.

Standing by the sofa, Xiong Miao's gaze inadvertently caught a glimpse of a scratch on the upholstery.

It was just a tiny mark.

Yet Zhan Yeling expected her to fork over fifty thousand for it!

Fifty thousand!

The thought alone was painful.

Zhan, you just wait. One day, I'll make sure you pay me back. Humph!

"What did you say?" A man's voice cut through the silence.

Startled, Xiong Miao's shoulders jerked. She quickly plastered on a smile and said, "Hehe, nothing at all, Director Zhan. Do you have any work-related instructions for me?"

She had accidentally let a comment slip out. Luckily, it was only the tail end of her grumble.

"Speed up the production of the clothing line."

"Oh, sure."

"I'll be attending a meeting tomorrow."

"..."

"Okay." Director Zhan, must you keep popping over so often and giving us a fright?

"If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way." Xiong Miao was eager to get out of there.

She had just realized that Gu Yi had left the office at some point.

Turns out, she had been alone with Zhan Yeling this whole time.

She certainly wasn't ready to meet her maker.